By: Carl Papa Palmer Gone Missing As the new day awaits its morning sun,the blank page for my poem also waits. In stillness I listen for an inner voice,only to hear a deep silence in my ears. Ends end from…
By: Karen O’Leary 3 trips to the ERafter mandatoryvisits with dad.Each ER visitdocuments bruises~~a pawn of divorce.Mom can’t find help.Despite the reports,Social Services ignoresconcerns as “overblown.”“Boys get bruises,”unwilling to protectthis child. He leaves,looking numb. Two weeks later,an ambulance requestsa pediatric…
By: Vanaja Malathy Break Your Shackles, Oh Woman! How queer, oh woman, is your conduct! when you have everything in plenty you crave for more and more when you have a person to love you madly you are dizzy about…
By Onkar Sharma Poetry holds varying interpretations for diverse individuals and within different contexts. Nevertheless, a fundamental aspect that distinguished poetry should never overlook is its dual responsibility of both captivating the reader and stimulating contemplation. Bhawna Vij Arora’s poetry…
By: Tom Ball NARRATIVE BEGUN BY Vanderix, an aristocratic scribe. We were all watching the snake fights that evening… as we did every night First up was an old man who had dared to complain. He was fighting a snake…
By: Bruce Levine Late Afternoon The late afternoonChanges the mood of the dayA cooling breezeErases the oppressive heat of the morningA crystal blue skyWithout a single cloudA tiny plane slips suddenlyOnto the horizonWhere it’s going – unknownI watch my dogAs…
Port Sunlight City The cute little town near Wirral of Northwest England incredibly picturesque heritage and the aesthetic wraps around the character of the village i stroll in a trance its winding country lanes Tudor-style cottages that stand in stately…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito the island was immediately friendly and light, the inhabitants welcoming and joyful. an open aired bus traversed the market framed roads for a while and made for its destination the white sand coastline that married constantly…
By: J.K. Durick Moon Watch An afternoon moon isworth the waitsitting out therein an Adirondack chair.The novel I’m readingis halfway through Kansas.Its hero troubled by the terrainbut I’m really out therein my chairwanting to watch the sky.The moon in the…
By: Sydnie Stern We are serpents on a scepterOne follows the otherLike a cat chasing a minnowalong a long riveryour scales are damp like you came from waterI’m missing an eye, I filled the chasm with Earthonly you know this…